“He called me beautiful, thats what he did. He looked at me, in my tight black dress and said ‘You look very beautiful’. Sexy, hot, neither of these words did he choose. Beautiful, he said. Very beautiful, and from then on it began”. A stunning young american girl is pacing the small sized room with her arms folded, her glittery, red dress sweeps along the floor behind her. A gentleman sits on the bed watching her in silence. Her soft southern accent sounds harsh, almost bitter with every word she says. Her hair in tight curls, rested just above her shoulders. The girl sits down on a chair.
“I tried to talk to a friend about it but she was useless. You see, Abigail lives in this powder puff world whereby no-one ever steps a foot out of line. Jack did exactly that though, picked up both feet and jumped right in, causing trouble. Of course, Abigail wouldn’t believe he would do such a thing, in her world people choose one person and spend the rest of their lives together, being happy. Us realists know better though. We understand that it ain’t how it works in the real world. People change, people get bored. People need excitement. Now I’m not saying I went out to wreck Jack’s little family. That was not my intention at all. I’m saying it happens and I don’t regret a thing”.
The girl in the red dress relaxed back in the chair, she placed her hands in her lap whilst still retaining her posture. The room was dark, it was lit by candles dotted around the room. In the subtle glow of the flame you could make out shapes of furniture in the room; the bed, the wardrobe, the desk and the chair that was being sat on by a young lady named Lilly-Rose Johnson. Her blonde curls had relaxed after being tugged on in the fight and her mascara had run down her face along with the tears, but all that had dried up now and her hair had fallen into loose waves, she somehow still looked beautiful. The red glitter from her dress had scattered itself all over the room, it shone sporadically in the candlelight. Opposite her you could see the shadow of the person she was talking to, he was tall, with the same green eyes as Lilly-Rose. They were the kind of eyes that glittered all the time and the kind of eyes that seemed to entice you no matter how much you tried to resist. Lilly-Rose’s eyes glanced over to the distant corner of the room. It was too dark to make out what was in the corner.
“Oh and as for Jacks wife? She attacked me, it was clearly self defence”. Lilly-Rose stands and turns to leave, checking the mirror on the way out. The gentleman heads to the door in front of Lilly-Rose and blocking her exit, his blonde hair, the same shade as hers, is a mess and there is blood on his suit.
“You seem far too relaxed for someone who’s just done what you’ve done. There is a body in the corner. A body that you have just beaten to death. What are you going to do about it?” he said in a whisper, but still the emotion was there. Anger, disgust, possibly even hatred for what his sister had just done. The girl in the red dress relaxed back in the chair, she placed her hands in her lap whilst still retaining her posture. The room was dark, it was lit by candles dotted around the room. In the subtle glow of the flame you could make out shapes of furniture in the room; the bed, the wardrobe, the desk and the chair that was being sat on by a young lady named Lilly-Rose Johnson. Her blonde curls had relaxed after being tugged on in the fight and her mascara had run down her face along with the tears, but all that had dried up now and her hair had fallen into loose waves, she somehow still looked beautiful. The red glitter from her dress had scattered itself all over the room, it shone sporadically in the candlelight. Opposite her you could see the shadow of the person she was talking to, he was tall, with the same green eyes as Lilly-Rose. They were the kind of eyes that glittered all the time and the kind of eyes that seemed to entice you no matter how much you tried to resist. Lilly-Rose’s eyes glanced over to the distant corner of the room. It was too dark to make out what was in the corner.
“Oh and as for Jacks wife? She attacked me, it was clearly self defence”. Lilly-Rose stands and turns to leave, checking the mirror on the way out. The gentleman heads to the door in front of Lilly-Rose and blocking her exit, his blonde hair, the same shade as hers, is a mess and there is blood on his suit.
“Get off of me” Lilly-Rose screamed at the top of her lungs, staring her brother coldly in the eyes. “No!” This was then followed by a shrill, terrifying scream by Lilly-Rose. She pulled her brother, in his bloodstained suit and dragged him into the opposite corner to the body. Resting her head on his chest she whispered “Self defence. Unprovoked attack and no-one need know anything else”. The bedroom door swung open and the maid entered, following Lilly-Rose and Glenn’s gaze, they witnessed the body. Blood had soaked into the carpet and the dress of the victim was stained. Lilly-Rose sobbed into her brothers shirt. The maids ran to get help, screaming as they exited. “You’re gonna stick up for your baby sister, right Glenn? Family first yeah?” She gazed up at Glenn. Ignoring her looks, he still stared at the door and said “What about their family Lilly. Who’s gonna stick up for them”.
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